Yesterday, gathered the gear before Sunrise, and after Breakfast at Last Chance, and still very dark, paddled out to Two Top Pine Meadow...Hawk, Redshoulder, calling over by Swinging Bridge on the opposite Shore of the Merced...tried to reach, but Hawk flew out, calling, across the Meadow to the Burnt Forest...one call there...followed, but no luck...some Meadow scenics--Mists about...quiet..Mallard call, Blue Birds, Ravens, lots of Blue Jays calling on the way..oh!...sighted Kingfisher at Creek's End...but that was morning before...I think...not getting sleep tends to telescope memories!...anyway...thought was to roll down the hill with the Sun shining for Flowers in the Merced Canyon...but on return to Cabin to retrieve charged Batteries, checked weather report, and Rain... curled up and snoozed...so...so....this morning, feeling remiss, and in spite of no sleep, still (too much wow), gathered the gear, and did roll down the Canyon around eight am, needing to be back by 1 pm...got back at twelve, after Breakfast at Happy Burger, gas--premium 4.71, and a rollabout on a new road, for me, henceforth Newt Road, and I think I'll keep this one secret--for me...the thought of places becoming photog popular of late, like the Horsetail Firefall frenzy, gives one pause...anyway...pic and hd youTube clip of Newt...some Flowers are blooming, and a few Poppies, which of course were all closed up in the Rain this morning...Hite Cove frenzy quiet...but I think it will be a good Flower bloom in the Canyon..the beginning now is at the base of Briceberg Grade--one section thereabout has Poppies...cloudy, cool, sprinkles, warm....I could have picked Newt up and taken some clips thataway, but didn't want to intrude...it, my taking pics, is a bit like golf--you play the lie your in.....which is counsel I'd give the Indians in Wyoming all too eager to acquire Bald Eagle Feathers!
2 comments:
I like how you didn't disturb the newt while you were filming. I'm still perplexed about how you mention sleeping so much.
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THE PROGRESS OF MAN
by Rumi
First he appeared in the realm inanimate;
Thence came into the world of plants and lived
The plant-life many a year, nor called to mind
What he had been; then took the onward way
To animal existence, and once more
Remembers naught of what life vegetive,
Save when he feels himself moved with desire
Towards it in the season of sweet flowers,
As babes that seek the breast and know not why.
Again the wise Creator whom thou knowest
Uplifted him from animality
To Man's estate; and so from realm to realm
Advancing, he became intelligent,
Cunning and keen of wit, as he is now.
No memory of his past abides with him,
And from his present soul he shall be changes.
Though he is fallen asleep, God will not leave him
In this forgetfulness. Awakened, he
Will laugh to think what troublous dreams he had.
And wonder how his happy state of being
He could forget, and not perceive that all
Those pains and sorrows were the effect of sleep
And guile and vain illusion.
So this world
Seems lasting, though 'tis but the sleepers' dream;
Who, when the appointed
Day shall dawn, escapes
From dark imaginings that haunted him,
And turns with laughter on his phantom griefs
When he beholds his everlasting home.
translation
R. A. Nicholson
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